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She shakes her head, wearing a scornful expression. “No. I’m…” She stares off into space like she doesn’t have an answer.
Placing her in the passenger seat, I follow her and gently kiss her lips. “Me too, Sayls. Me too.”
Me too, I love you so damn much. Me too, I’m never leaving you again. Me too, I’m finally whole.
I shut her door and round the hood. A flash of light catches my eye, and I find Grady sitting on his front porch with a lantern of all things, watching the front door of Lena’s apartment. I lift an arm to him and wave. He acknowledges me with a quick nod, so I slide into the driver’s seat, even more sure that coming home was the right decision.
I start the SUV and put it in drive. “Let’s go home.”
She nods and then rests her head against her seat. It’s a quiet drive, and I’ve never been more at peace.
CHAPTER23
DANTE
Saylor curls into my chest, and I finally set my phone aside. She’s still dead to the world, but I’ve been up for hours.
The social media alarm I set for our names started going off around two this morning. The photos from the airport went into circulation almost immediately, and Trent, drunk or high, I can’t tell from the pictures, lost his ever-fucking mind.
I haven’t slept since, and I do need to get moving. But I want nothing more than to stay tucked away in this bed with her. Messy, snarled hair covers her face and tickles my chest, so I tuck it behind her ear with one finger.
It springs back the second I move my hand, and I stifle a laugh.
“Oscar,” I say, checking the clock. If anything will make her grumpy, it’s being woken up at nine. “Saylor.”
She groans and rolls away from me, but I cage her in before she can get far. “I need to check on Lena and Poppy. They’ll need a car, and she’ll want to make a plan for her time here.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Trent is denying parentage.” Animosity and disgust make my words ragged and harsh.
That has her flopping onto her back and squinting at me with one eye.
“Explain,” she barks.
She throws her elbow over her face to block out the sun, and I take the opportunity to study the rest of her. She has more freckles than she used to, but her lips are still full and permanently stained a beautiful shade of pink that people pay good money for.
She lifts her arm a couple of inches to prod me along, and I smile at her. It’s a lazy, satisfied smile because I will wake up to this grouch every morning for the rest of my life.
“Dante,” she growls.
Happiness slips away with my sigh, and my entire body deflates like a sad balloon animal. “Trent reposted a picture of Lena and me hugging at JFK while you were holding Poppy.”
Saylor removes her arm and sits up. That sexy little V forms between her brows as she pulls her knees up to her chest and rests her chin on them. “What did he say?”
I rub my temples with enough pressure to leave indents. “Nothing. Until this morning.”
She doesn’t move, but her expression is suddenly alert.
“And…” she prompts.
“And he posted a video an hour ago saying he’s not Poppy’s father and that I got Lena pregnant when she was engaged to him. It’s not true, but the public will question it now because we never confirmed or denied who her father was before. No one is even listed on the birth certificate out of an abundance of caution.”
It was easy to do because Trent refused to visit the hospital.
Her jaw drops open, and pain flashes across her features.
“They were never engaged, Saylor. Lena and I never dated. We’ve never been anything but friends.”
